I’ve asked myself this question many times since September when I found out I had cancer.  When will it seem real?  Yes, I’ve been diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer.  I’ve had 3 rounds of chemo and lost my hair.  My life looks nothing like it did in August.  But yet it still didn’t seem real.

Until Sunday . . .

Sunday night as I laid in bed with our 11 year old sitting next to me and Tom standing beside the bed just holding my hand . . . it hit me.  I am fighting cancer.  Life is very different.

I think it’s a combination of things that make this disease seem real to me now.

A text on my phone from Christy asking what time to be at our home to help the next day had to be answered by, “Christy, this is Tom. . .”  I was feeling too sick to respond and handed the phone to him.

I didn’t have the energy to put makeup on.  (I know, not a big deal.  But I ALWAYS put on makeup unless I’m going to workout.)

The peach fuzz on my head is slowly coming off.  (Although I did get to shave the peach fuzz on my legs again this morning.  I’m sure you’re excited to know that little bit of information.)

My body is not very happy with the chemo meds right now and it was a very hard weekend.  New side effects like tingling in my hands and feet (peripheral neuropathy), and a gross taste in my mouth for a few days,  make my mind start wandering about the future.  Fighting that off is hard.  (Phil 4:6-9 needs to be tattooed on my hand . . . oh wait, I don’t like tattoos.  But if I did that would be a great idea.)

My Dad just arrived up here and I hadn’t seen him since I started chemo.  I wanted him to see me how I was feeling last Monday while making cheesecake with friends, instead of yesterday, sitting on the sofa, watching my friend vacuum my house and wash our sheets.

I had to ask our 11 year old for grace as I was not able to help her get something off of a high shelf and she was frustrated.  The conversation about why I wasn’t able to get up to help and her needing to understand that I wasn’t being lazy or unhelpful is a hard one for both of us.

So I guess this is really happening.

Tom commented this morning that he feels like what the Dr. described Chemo would look like is now what we are seeing:  the first week is tough and then I slowly get some strength back the second week.

So I focus on today, a day in which I was able to be up early and go watch our 11 year old play in her first volleyball game.  A day where I am feeling good enough to go with Tom to all 3 parent/teacher conferences.  A day spent hanging out with my Dad, Tom and the girls.  I might just be sitting on the sofa, but I’m not in bed. 🙂

 

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